Jake's Flea Market

no mirror windows   

no walls of shatterproof   glass 

no clear plexi cubicle where a guard sits 
watches the hall where the stream of elementary kids meets
becomes the river of students in middle school   

it’s just a school   corridor you look 
down to a down eyed girl and she
she never even looks up at you

elementary she’s   fifth grade fourth grade third   her hair’s
straight and shoulder length   brunette and brown 
her eyes that have no reason to rise and create you

i’d ghost you   tiptoe
ballet dance   glide the weightless ghost of you no   no

i’d spiderman you   rubber mask   
rubbersuit you in red and blue and spider webs and spider
web you from wall to ceiling to wall to wall   i’d 
superman you   leap
you the length of that long hall in a single bound i say i say

that girl’s eyes   they’d rise   they’d pray
 a church walled cross into becoming you i say 

but you’re afraid of the teacher